Youth campus article

Youth campus article

1. " Zizihuakai "

Those youths have quietly gone old; those dreams, you remember?

Youth, only a beautiful word, but I don't know where it is. Perhaps because of youth, so enjoy youth. Perhaps because of youth, I will be imagining all. Sometimes, I have imagined how beautiful reality is. I really want to integrate it into real life to feel everything. The youth of the campus has a beautiful youth. I am happy, happy to feel the cruelty of reality. Now, suddenly turning back, some mottled memories have been broken, and they will not be put together again. In our lives, youth is also quietly getting older. It is farther and farther away from us, blurring our realization and forgetting the direction of the road ahead. -

Youth is a cruel word. But I don't understand why it is cruel. Perhaps because of maturity, I know cruelty. Perhaps because of maturity, it will slowly forget the youth. Occasionally looking back, I found that I had deviated from the track, and the reality was getting closer and closer, so that I lost the innocence. -

Dreams seem to be heavy and heavy. We are so fast that we can't breathe. Sometimes I even want to leave it alone and go to a place that nobody knows. Unconsciously, the dream grows with us, and the longer we grow, the heavier. The greater the pressure on our shoulders, the slower the pace. This season, we will soon leave us, but we still stay in place, still guarding those distant dreams.

Once upon a time, the dream brought us closer to reality and brought us back to the original shape. Gradually, we are getting closer and closer to reality. In the cruel reality, the dream is distorted and changed. Inadvertently, it gradually deviated from us. We can choose to be a selfish person, even if it is nothing. Then one day I suddenly found out that I also became very realistic. So I had to pick up the broken dreams. Those old-fashioned pasts are now gone. After the rain, we did not see the sun, not the rainbow, but the gray sky, there is no trace of color.

After the flowering, the youth is exhausted. Those dreams that can or should not go with a breeze, leaving no trace. And in our hearts, there are still some broken traces. Often said: We have capital because we are still young. But youth can't afford to squander, maybe one day the dream will disappear with the passage of time. One day, we will eventually grow old.

In life, we should not be sentimental. Sadness and happiness are just a form. The years have taken away youth, others seem to be beautiful, but there is not much practical significance. Struggling, it’s not too late, because there is a dream in my heart. Even though the years are no longer, the fighting in the heart will never be forgotten. It is like a kind of fire, as long as the temperature at the bottom of the heart is not extinguished, it will burn and burn more and more.

Let us accept the past, accept ourselves, bring our dreams, and quietly start a journey of our own...

2, " Graduation, my university "

There have been countless times of imagining the graduation scene, and I have witnessed the excitement of the seniors when they took the graduation photos. Four years of time have risen and risen in the palm of my hand. Four years ago, the childish juvenile seemed to be yesterday, but now it has reached the fork of life.

Forgot how long it took to calm down, take a serious walk, and stay for the last time, drawing a period for my four years of youth.

We met here four years ago and slowly became familiar with everything here. After four years, we are about to leave, graduate, and the school is still lively and lively. It seems that no one has noticed that a group of people have left. However, this is the place to have my best memories. I dare not say goodbye, I am afraid I will never come back later.

The grass in front of the library has been stepped on a trail, and only the sign that says “Do not step on the lawn” is still in place. Four years ago, the construction site on the south side of the school was already completed, and the rows of neatly arranged buildings stood in the wind. The advertisements for graduation transfer were posted on the campus, and the flyers for the micro-videos of the graduation micro-films were also coming. In May, the scent of peony blossoms was not able to withstand the craze of graduation. Everything seems to be like a poem that has not been written, and hastily begun to rush to end.

I have always heard people say that if the university can come back, I must find a girlfriend to talk about a relationship; if the university can come back, I will no longer sleep late and insist on having breakfast; if the university can come back, I want to be friends. Travel together; if the university can come back, I don't want to hang out; if the university can come back, I want to seriously listen to a high-level lesson; if the university can come back, I want to participate in some activities; if the university can Come back, I want to get drunk once; if the university can come back, I must not be a otaku; if the university can come back, I must cherish the four years of youth; if the university can come back, I must have studied Level 4; I can come back, I will not be decadent for my dreams. If the university can come back, I will definitely change my lifestyle and put those beautiful moments in my fingers as a dream. Yes, there will always be regrets in the university. After all, it is only like our life. We often do not do our best, only do our best.

Maybe I used to be too careless. Maybe the beauty in life is often not easy to detect. It can only be realized after the passage of time. After seeing many things in my eyes, I suddenly felt at a moment when I was touched. "Hey, It turned out to be beautiful." And all this is just always been in front of you, like a movie, but the film can only be used once. We are always on the road, for some things to keep moving forward, and at some point the glimpse of a glimpse, but it has become an unforgettable memory. Just like this, I looked at this campus and my heart was warm.

It was the last time I walked here. After I got tonight, I will take the train to the far side and say goodbye here. Sit back and sit on the stone steps you once sat; go to a coffee bar and drink a cup of lemon-flavored coffee that you have been drinking for four years; go to the library and read a book that you have touched before; gather with friends around you. Once in a meeting, get drunk again; go to a class and sit in the classroom and enjoy the fun of a group of people sitting together. But suddenly I feel that time is getting less and less, as if I can't finish these things in a day, but the university seems like a dream, always wakes up.

I finally got on the train to my hometown. Four years ago, we came from the ends of the earth. Now we have to return to the corner of the sea. Unconsciously, a tear fell on his face, crying for the first time in four years, not because of parting, but because of heartache, chest pain. Beside the ear, I echoed the "Flowers" of Park Tree. "Some of the stories haven’t been finished yet, forget it. / Those moods are hard to tell the truth in the years. Now there are no flowers in the grass. I have had your spring and autumn. And winter and summer / they are old, where are they? / Fortunately I have been with them." The flowers of youth are still open, and we are all going to the world.